The metal box shuddered to a violent, grinding halt, plunging the narrow space into darkness.
A heavy silence followed, broken only by the distant hum of the Gokuldham society generator dying completely. Then, with a faint click, the emergency backup light flickered on, bathing the elevator in a dim, crimson glow.
Suyash leaned back against the cold steel wall, completely unbothered. He pulled out his phone and checked the screen. Zero bars.
"Dead zone," he murmured into the red-lit silence before slipping the phone back into his pocket. "Looks like we're stuck."
Before Babita could reply, a muffled, echoing voice shouted down the elevator shaft from the floor above.
"Babita Ji! Suyash bhai! Don't panic!" It was Abdul, the building's watchman. His voice bounced off the metal doors. "The main generator completely blew out! I'm going to get the mechanic, but he said it will take at least an hour to fix. Just sit tight!"
The sound of Abdul's heavy boots echoing down the concrete stairwell faded, leaving them completely isolated.
A soft rustle of expensive chiffon sounded from the opposite corner. Babita stepped into the center of the dim light. She wore a stunning, deep crimson sari that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her hair was perfectly styled. In a sitcom from his past life, she would have screamed for Abdul to come back and called out for Aiyer.
But this reality was governed by a different set of rules. Babita Iyer looked at him with eyes dilated with raw, predatory hunger.
"You heard Abdul," she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky register as she closed the distance between them. She stepped into his personal space perfectly, the intoxicating scent of her jasmine perfume mixing with the sudden, undeniable musk of her arousal. "An hour."
"An hour is a long time to wait," Suyash noted, his lips curving into a knowing smirk.
"Too long," she agreed.
She didn't waste another second. Her trembling hands went straight to his belt, urgent with absolute need. Within seconds, she had unzipped his slacks, freeing his heavy, aching length. Before the cool air of the elevator could touch him, Babita dropped to her knees on the linoleum floor.
Suyash hissed sharply as she took him into her wet heat. She was completely insatiable, devoid of her usual, polished society wife restraint. In the confined, echoing space of the elevator, every wet, sloppy sound she made was magnified.
"Mmmph," she hummed against him, gripping his thighs tightly as she swallowed him whole. She didn't just take him; she devoured him. Her tongue swirled mercilessly, trying to draw every ounce of sensation from him.
But Suyash wasn't a normal man.
The High-Grade Endurance Elixir and Stamina Potion he had pulled from his inventory earlier that morning hummed in his veins like liquid fire. Whereas a mortal man would have succumbed to her expert, desperate mouth within minutes, Suyash stood firm like an immovable pillar. His body absorbed the intense pleasure, converting it into raw, unyielding stamina.
"Babita..." Suyash growled, his fingers tangling in her thick, silky hair. He guided her rhythm as he thrust his hips forward to meet her eager mouth.
She let out a muffled whine of pleasure. Her throat worked hard, and she could feel his unwavering rigidity. It drove her crazy. She couldn't break him.
Overwhelmed with impatience and lust, she pulled back, her lips glistening in the red light. She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him forcefully back against the elevator's metal wall.
"My turn," she panted, her chest heaving.
With one fluid, aggressive motion, she gathered the yards of her red chiffon sari and pulled them up around her waist. Suyash's breath caught in his throat.
She wasn't wearing underwear.
Her thick, perfectly shaped thighs were bare, and her glistening core was fully exposed to the dim emergency light. She had been walking around the community like this, completely naked under the silk, waiting for the perfect moment.
"You are absolutely shameless," Suyash laughed softly, his hands coming down to grip her bare, heavy hips.
"You made me this way," she fired back, her breathing ragged.
She swung one leg over his thigh, aligning her dripping center perfectly with his rigid length. Grabbing the metal handrail behind his head for leverage, she sank down.
"Ahhhh! Fuuuck!" she screamed, throwing her head back as she took him to the hilt.
The sound bounced off the metal walls, loud and uninhibited. She didn't care. Babita began to ride him with a frantic, unhinged rhythm. The wet slap of her bare flesh against his thighs echoed like applause in the small space.
"Babita, someone might hear," Suyash warned, his hands ruthlessly squeezing her ass and spreading her cheeks to go deeper.
"Let them!" she cried out, her nails digging viciously into his shoulders as she bounced on him. "God, Suyash—yes! Oh god, don't stop! Deeper!"
She was a wild thing, her moans turning into loud, echoing shrieks of pleasure. The cold metal of the bed frame was a stark contrast to the boiling heat of her tight, clamping folds. Fueled by his supernatural stamina, he thrust up brutally to meet her every time she came down, repeatedly hitting her deepest, most sensitive spot until her mind completely melted.
"Suyash! Suyash!" she wailed, her body locking up violently. Her walls clamped around him with a vice-like grip, milking him as a shattering orgasm ripped through her. She shuddered uncontrollably against his chest as her legs gave out.
She collapsed against him, her forehead resting on his shoulder. Both of them were drenched in sweat and gasping for air in the stuffy elevator.
For a few minutes, all that could be heard was her ragged breathing. A normal man would be completely exhausted and begging for a nap.
But Suyash's blood, enhanced by the potion, was still roaring. He hadn't come close to reaching his limit.
He felt her hips twitch. Her inner walls, still wrapped snugly around his rock-hard length, gave a distinct, hungry squeeze. She looked up, a wicked, flushed smile spreading across her face. She licked her lips, her eyes blown wide with pure lust.
"I told you..." she whispered, her hips starting to grind against him again. "...we have an hour."
Suyash's eyes darkened. "You asked for it."
This time, he wouldn't let her do the work. He grabbed her by the back of her bare thighs and lifted her entirely off the ground.
Babita let out a loud, delighted squeal as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. He walked backward with her, pinning her against the opposite wall. He started thrusting into her with brutal, rapid, piston-like force.
The second round was absolute chaos. With his stamina unleashed, Suyash relentlessly hammered into her. Babita was a screaming, writhing mess, begging him for more. Her loud, unabashed vocalizations practically vibrated the elevator doors.
"Yes! Oh my God, yes! Break me!" she sobbed in pure ecstasy, completely surrendering to his relentless pace. She climaxed twice more in rapid succession, her body convulsing violently around him until Suyash finally lost control. With a low, guttural growl, he drove in deep and filled her completely. His climax was so powerful that his vision blurred.
He slowly let her feet slide down the wall until they touched the floor. She slumped against the metal, utterly spent. Her legs trembled so violently that she could barely stand. Her saree was bunched around her waist, her chest heaving. She was completely flushed and thoroughly conquered.
Suddenly, with a loud, mechanical clang, the elevator shuddered.
The blinding fluorescent lights snapped back on. The generator roared to life.
"Shit," Suyash hissed.
Babita's eyes snapped open wide. In a frantic blur of motion, she dropped her sari, smoothed the crimson fabric down over her bare legs, and desperately tried to fix her hair. Suyash quickly zipped his pants, adjusted his shirt, and casually stepped to the other side of the elevator just as the metal doors slid open.
Outside stood Aiyer, holding a heavy flashlight and looking pale and frantic.
"Babita! Are you okay? The watchman said the elevator was stuck!" Aiyer rushed forward.
Babita stepped out, her face still flushed deep red and her breathing uneven. But her elite-society smile snapped flawlessly into place, masking the filthy act she had just committed.
"I'm perfectly fine, Aiyer," she said, her voice dripping with sweet, cultured innocence. "It was a bit scary, but Suyash was a perfect gentleman. He kept me very calm."
Aiyer let out a sigh of relief and turned to Suyash with a grateful nod. "Thank you, Suyash. I don't know what she would have done if she had been alone in the dark. She must have been terrified."
Suyash looked at Babita. She wasn't looking at her husband. She was looking at Suyash over Aiyer's shoulder. Her tongue subtly darted out to lick her lower lip. Her eyes promised that the hour they had just spent together wasn't nearly enough.
"It was absolutely no trouble, Aiyer," Suyash said with a smile, keeping his hands casually in his pockets to hide the lingering adrenaline. "I'm always happy to help a neighbor in need."
A/N- "Yes, it's been a week since the TV incident, so Aiyer is back. And it's the 2nd day of Komal's nourishment. So it's not a loophole."